Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: misery, privilege & stale.
A cheery bunch, but here goes:
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Dedicated to Smokin' Joe
Men of privilege laugh and joke
About their balance sheet,
Inflicting misery onto those
They hope to never meet.
Far below, in the poorer parts,
Life is far from merry:
They’re born,
They work,
They struggle on,
Until, finally, they bury.
They hear the laughter from the hill,
It adds to their despair.
While the stale smell of good cigars
Hangs heavy in the air.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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A great poem you have written dear Cosmo and so true. These politicians are detached and have no idea of the reality and struggle of the lives of many people, nor do they care.
ReplyDeletexoxoxo ♡
The age of entitlement is over - unless we are talking about Smokin Joe and his friends...
ReplyDeleteaquí y en la quebrada del ají" we say in spanish...
ReplyDeletelove these lines:
..stale smell of good cigars
Hangs heavy in the air.
Ouch yes indeed - you would think it's a thing of the past but that cigar smoke filters through the ages..maybe they will get gout however although it's the folks below who have to bury their sorry arses...
ReplyDeleteThe contrasts are chilling.. the poor are just the number of the balance sheets... and even air is monopolized with cigar smoke..
ReplyDeletethere are so many contrast in the world
ReplyDeleteOh how that stale cigar smoke smell chokes as it lingers long in the air.
ReplyDeleteAuthentic and scary!
ReplyDeletevery well written ! makes me wary of this brave new world
ReplyDeleteWhile the stale smell of good cigars
ReplyDeleteHangs heavy in the air.
Loved the closing lines... its perfect!
yet they are 1% and not at all affected by the sigh of the rest...
ReplyDeleteQuite the rhymester you are---and quite the truth teller.
ReplyDeleteLuv the rhyme scheme you used. It softens the reality without losing its thruth
ReplyDeleteHave a nice Sunday
Much love...
Yes, and it was ever thus........you whipped those words into line in fine form, Cosmo!
ReplyDeleteSuch startk truth....
ReplyDelete'Inflicting misery onto those
They hope to never meet.'
I am sure even if they met the people they would not care....karma is all I can hope for.
should say stark truth....
DeleteHere we are worried by aliens invading and taking over the planet and they are here already! How can we tell?...By their inhumane behaviour!
ReplyDeletesad reality i guess. i hope we can change the system but is it too late already?
ReplyDeleteThe distance between the haves and have nots is ever growing. And most everything else is just to keep us distracted from it.
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery for this social activism poem.
ReplyDeleteOK... great snapshot in your words.
ReplyDeleteZQ
You gave me the opportunity to wonder if all are really so covetous, desirous.
ReplyDeleteA little bit of "Richard Corey"--but much more cynical.
ReplyDeleteVividly painted.
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